The color and arrangement of these Summer fruits called me from across the farmer's market. I wove my way through the crowd so that I could get a closer look. Stunning! Do you feel the same way? I picked up a carton of the black raspberries to make a quick batch of jam, reminiscent of the one I'd make with my grandmother's berries each summer.
Do you remember this story of when I met the women staying in the cottage next door to the one that had been my grandmother's? It still makes me smile.
Today I am mixing the black raspberries with some sugar and a packet of freezer jam pectin. It will turn breakfast into a sweet walk down memory lane.